The (occasionally)incoherent ramblings of Pastor / Scholar Darin M. Wood
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It's July 8th. Before day, there's been nothing really spectacular about that day. But there is now. Seven years ago, when Josh was born, I began praying for today, asking that my son would some day come to love Jesus and want to serve Him. I have never prayed for the Lord to call Josh into ministry but I pray for him to love the Lord and want to serve him using whatever skills he has. My prayers for his salvation were answered and now for his baptism! What a great kid!
I was asked - after the baptism - how I held my composure on such a big day at such a big moment. Two things helped - (1) Although I've baptized many people in 20 years of being a pastor, I spent time rehearsing because I knew this was no ordinary baptism. I didn't trust my emotions. I was concerned they would run away with me. So I rehearsed a speech I've given hundreds of times. It wasn't that I didn't know what to say or how to say it. I just had never used it on my own son. …
This past Sunday was a different kind of Sunday than most any I've known. The early service was pretty much normal. But the later one. . . .well, that was different. Let's go back and talk about why. Several months ago, we negotiated with Matthew West's management to have him here at FBC Midland on the morning after he appeared at Rock the Desert the night before. We envisioned it to be a cap to a fantastic weekend and a chance to worship with our friends who were with us from across the area and across the state. One element about it that came in late was the idea of adding an interview with Matthew on stage. I volunteered for the job, but not because I considered myself fully qualified for it or because I have a lot of experience in it. Truthfully, I felt like I needed to do it out of obedience to the Lord's call as pastor here. I wasn't about to give that role away. . . .even if I wasn't terribly comfortable doing it. Put me before a crowd - regardl…
Sometimes people will ask how I settled on the moniker Dr D or ask why I carry such a pretentious title. In the interest of clarity, here's my multi-faceted answer.
(1) Go with me back to my childhood. I wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer (some things never change, do they?). But my mom consistently encouraged me to not settle for less than the best I could do, no matter what that was. She never went to college nor did my dad, but for them, education was a highly prized asset. While they didn't tell me how far they wanted me to go in school, they wanted me to give it my best lick. When I went to Dallas Baptist, they were thrilled when I graduated. When I went to Southwestern Seminary for my masters, they were excited for me. While I don't think either of them really understood why I wanted to do doctoral work, they were so very proud that I did. I keep a picture in my doctoral diploma frame that I took on the day I received it. The picture is just of th…